Two miles east of the Chickamauga Just over the hill and across the holla End of the path leading from the water There's a one-room, A-frame house Hot-pie, potbelly stove When she workin' the flame, it never get cold The only place on Earth I know It gets hotter when the sun goes down Oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy Woman, what it is you do to me Forbidden fruit, it sure is juicy You got me comin' around, comin' around Oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy Break me easy or bend me bluesy Hold on tight or hold on loosely Keep me comin' around, comin' around Post my bail and pay my bounty Anything to get me down to Hamilton County Up and down and all around me Every time I hear the sound Every time I hear the sound Ohhhh Oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy Woman, what it is you do to me Forbidden fruit, it sure is juicy You got me comin' around, comin' around Oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy Break me easy or bend me bluesy Hold on tight or hold on loosely Keep me comin' around, comin' around Yeah, I come undone Every time I get some Kickdrum, guitar strum No matter where you come from Oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy Woman, what it is you do to me Forbidden fruit, it sure is juicy You got me comin' around, comin' around Yeah, oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy Break me easy or bend me bluesy Hold on tight or hold on loosely Keep me comin' around, comin' around Keep me comin' around, comin' around Yeah, I come undone Every time I get some Kickdrum, guitar strum She's everything but a shy one

I was thumbin' a ride one Saturday mornin' Outta Nashville totin' my sack I lent my car to a gal that lived in Chattanooga And she hadn't never brought it back She was drinkin' pretty heavy when I let her have it I hope she knows it was only a loan Ain't no tellin' what I might have told her back at the time But that ole car was also my home About five miles out I was gettin' kinda tired Sweatin' hard and feelin' kinda weak I woke up with no cigarettes and nothin' to drink And I hadn't had a bite to eat My nerves was so quick I couldn't tell where I was shakin' Then a set of brakes sang my song Some fella stuck his head out a '57 Chevy And hollered hey man come on I told 'em I was headin' down to Chattanooga They said hop in we're goin' there too And the way they took off in a cloud of smoke I still ain't believin' it was true They had their windows down and I was sittin' in the back With my tongue still hung in my throat He was hittin' just about a hundred and ten And he said man what you think of this boat Well there was two semi's a strugglin' up ahead One tryin' to pass the other They had the whole road blocked so he passed 'em on the right And let me tell you somethin' brother I was so nervous that my teeth was clickin' There wasn't no way my head could think Then the one that was sittin' on the passanger side Turned and said hey man you want somethin' to drink I just shook my head cause I couldn't talk He said okay and then he said cheers Them fools was drinkin' whiskey and wine And chasin' it down with beer Well I started sweatin' that ol' sticky sweat And I know I was white as a sheep Then one turned the radio on wide open And said hey man check that beat By the time we reached the top of Monteagle I thought I heard a rumblin' sound And then I saw a sign that said fallin' rock And right there I was floorboard bound I was rollin' and squirmin' on the ol' floorboard Too weak to sit or stand And then the driver said we're doin' a hundred and twenty Look here man no hands I got up enough nerve to raise up and look And by now there couldn't be no surprise But his hair was blowin' all over my face And dandruff blowed in both eyes He never did drive on the right or left He just kept on ridin' that line I rubbed my eyes and saw the prettiest thing The Chattanooga city limit sign He slowed down and I said Mister please I'd like to get off right here He said aw ride on into town with us We're gonna go down and pick up some more beer I said please once more and he stopped the car And then he handed me my sack Said they'd look for me on the road later on In case I wanted to catch a ride back I got out and sat down by the side of the road Feelin' sick and lookin' mighty pale I don't remember anything much after that But next mornin' I woke up in jail I didn't know anybody in my cell And didn't wanta ask why was there But they all kept grinnin' and turnin' their heads And it was more than my head could bear So I called the jailer and I asked him to tell me Why I was there if he'd be so kind He said for stoppin' the traffic while I was huggin' and kissin' The Chattanooga city limit sign

Pardon me boy, is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo? Track twenty nine, boy you can gimme a shine I can afford to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare You leave the Pennsylvania station 'bout a quarter to four Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer Than to have your ham 'n' eggs in Carolina When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar Then you know that Tennessee is not very far Shovel all the coal in, gotta keep it rollin' Woo, woo, Chattanooga, there you are There's gonna be a certain party at the station Satin and lace, I used to call funny face She's gonna cry until I tell her that I'll never roam

Car full of dog hair, just you and me Up Fox River where my folks were born We should head out West, kid The call of the times She's sleepless and I'm so alone But neither knows Let's ride through the Badlands and smoke out the beasts In spaceships and cum-soaked motels I think she really loves me I felt her cry for the first time In rancid terrain, acid rain He's a madman in the Badlands A danger in the heartland, man A decent man on the lam I stand on the red edge She feeds the dog My depression is not her depression I'd like to be abducted To float in the air like Jesus The tables are turned inside me He's a madman in the Badlands A stranger in his own heart, man A decent man on the lam A decent man on the lam A descent into the mad Come on follow me

Don't bother me I won't ever be free of the aching I'll come around to embryonic sounds they tell me Dead soldiers lying in a room In a room you'll sleep your first sleep A power move to be constantly rude every morning I gave my word to try love so absurd in the springtime The distance comes when she comes home And fuck if I know why She's my best friend I am stuck in the aching again A vapid fight in blistered light Oh cloudless afternoon You'll never send Me out of the aching again Oh tender hall, the new moon is a sprawl in her echoes With bayonet, whittling bassinets on the table Dead soldiers lying in the trash In the back where you take your first step So bother me, I won't ever be free of the aching I hope you find I'm always good and kind when you need me Will distance come when she comes home? Man, fuck if I know how My blood will mend Me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again

He's Jonny Murphy and he's wearing Nazi flags He's licking rifles and he's sniffing in the trash Buying motor homes in Florida for to fund the fascist front His mother Sherry she is kissing photographs And sipping bleach between the tricks she kompromats Printing prints of phony princes all to purge the diplomats So I wring my hands out His father Thomas makes a living giving head To stop his family from blowing him instead But they're stabbing him to pieces in his Sarasota bed He's Jonny Murphy now he's knitting Nazi flags From bloody blankets and his father's favorite cat Burning motor homes in Florida for to find the fascist front So I wring my hands out